Villain – Peeking at the Diary, the Female Leads’ Personas Collapse

“Young Master, I think they’re so weak.”
Ye Ziyue was quickly calculating in her mind, trying to figure out how to resolve the situation. Based on the strength Zhu Yeqing had displayed, it seemed she truly had the power to kill everyone present.
And when someone with absolute strength appeared, all schemes became utterly worthless.
Ye Ziyue had strength, but it wasn’t as terrifying as one might imagine—after all, her legs were crippled. But if her legs hadn’t been injured, would she be a match for this Zhu Yeqing?
A simple calculation gave her the answer.
Ye Ziyue said, “Enough, Young Master Chen. We didn’t come here to make enemies.”
“Is that so? You all seem pretty arrogant to me. I hate two kinds of people: those who say I’m arrogant, and those who are more arrogant than me.”
He kicked Ye Zifeng, who was still on the ground. Then he walked right up to Ye Ziyue.
Reaching out, he pinched her cheek and said, “A girl like you should smile more—it suits you better.”
Ghost Face stared intently at Chen Fan, but in the next second, Zhu Yeqing’s hand was already locked onto Ghost Face.
“If your hand moves even a tiny bit, I’ll snap your neck right here. You can try testing me.”
Ghost Face didn’t dare speak.
Chen Fan coughed and said, “Enough, Zhu Yeqing, let her go.”
Zhu Yeqing froze, quickly retracting her hand and saying, “Sorry … Young Master, I was out of line.”
“Don’t meddle in the future. Don’t hit this one … Hmm, she doesn’t seem like a bad person.”
Chen Fan forced himself to come up with an excuse.
Everyone looked at Ghost Face.
Isn’t she an arbiter? In theory, arbiters are mysterious figures, raised by the Ye family from a young age.
There’s no reason she’d have any connection with Chen Fan.
Ghost Face was the most bewildered. She wondered, is there … is there something wrong with my storyline? Am I not the female lead but someone like Zhu Yeqing instead? Or maybe some other role?
Ye Ziyue, suppressing her anger, said, “Young Master Chen, I think our Ye family still has some say. Treating our little brother like this—is it really …”
“You’re talking? I took it seriously. Polite or not, do I care what you think? What are you even thinking?”
Ye Ziyue really wanted to strangle Chen Fan. You … shameless jerk.
For a moment, Ye Ziyue didn’t know who to turn to for help.
Brother Di’s butler approached him, while Tao Xiaoyao yawned and said, “If you dare make a move, I’ll kill both you and your young master in the next second.”
The butler quickly apologized, saying, “Of course, we must give face to Lady Demon’s words. It’s just that the young master’s safety comes first.”
“Don’t ask me—it’s pointless. Ask Chen Fan. I’m just hired help; he’s the boss.”
Brother Di said, “I didn’t expect this—really didn’t expect it. You’re Chen Fan, right? I was wondering … do you have time? Could I pay you a visit?”
Chen Fan replied, “Who the hell are you? You think you can just visit me because you say so? Why should I give you face?”
Brother Di was momentarily stunned.
Brother Di looked at Cao Zijin, who said, “Uh … honey, Brother Di’s worth a visit …”
“Do I need you butting in when I’m talking?”
Cao Zijin said helplessly, “Well, I can’t do anything about it.”
Liu Feifei whispered, “Brother Chen Fan, so good at showing off. He’s hooked on it, isn’t he?”
Some wanted to laugh but didn’t dare—the pressure Zhu Yeqing exuded was just too overwhelming, too terrifying.
Cao Zijin quickly brainstormed a solution, then suddenly thought of something and glanced at Ghost Face.
She looked at Ye Ziyue again.
Ye Ziyue instantly understood and said, “Ghost Face, talk to Chen Fan. Ask him to let us go.”
Ghost Face looked at Chen Fan, approached him, and said, “Um … Young Master Chen … could you let me …”
“Sure … no problem at all.” Chen Fan agreed immediately.
Ghost Face stared at Chen Fan. This guy—was he really that obedient to her?
Chen Fan yawned and said, “Done playing with you all. Zhu Yeqing, let’s go home.”
Zhu Yeqing nodded.
As they passed Ye Zifeng, who was unconscious, Chen Fan gave him another kick.
Ye Zitian roared, “You … looking to die!”
“Go ahead and hit me. Come on.”
Zhu Yeqing looked at Ye Zitian, her meaning clear: Try it.
Zhu Yeqing wasn’t like Cao Zijin. Cao Zijin would overthink things because she needed to minimize risks as much as possible.
Zhu Yeqing was simple: whoever the young master said should die, died.
They left with the group.
Leaving behind a crowd of bewildered onlookers.
Who the hell was this Zhu Yeqing?
“Brother Di, that Zhu Yeqing?”
“She’s third-rank like us, but her foundation is much stronger. Looks like I can’t rush into second-rank yet. Third-rank is the best stage to refine yourself—I’ve been too hasty. If you want to be the top guy, go ahead. I need to improve my strength more.”
Ye Zitian sighed helplessly.
Why would he rush to advance?
He walked over to Ye Zifeng, silently picking him up.
“Let’s go. We’ll check his injuries first. Hopefully, he’s not crippled.”
Ye Ziyue said, “Brother, you go back first. I’m heading to Chen Fan’s side.”
“You’re still going to deal with Chen Fan?”
“I have to. I hope you understand the current situation.”
Meanwhile, in the car, Chen Fan was happily basking in the thrill of showing off. Too bad this part didn’t last long.
Because now he had to apologize.
“Dad.”
The phone rang, and Chen Fan quietly picked it up.
“You beat up Brother Di? And Ye Zitian too?”
“Uh … yeah, I did. So what?”
“You little punk, go apologize right now! The Di family isn’t someone we can afford to mess with right now, got it? Did you even look at the info I gave you?”
Chen Fan had actually read it, but this part of the plot required him to act this way. Plus, he really cherished these rare chances to show off.
Even if he had to apologize later.
This setup was interesting: Chen Fan shows off and kicks people when they’re down here, then later realizes he’s pissed off some big families, things spiral out of control, and he has to go apologize looking all pathetic.
“I … I’ll check it now. I really didn’t know. My bad, Dad.”
“Fine, no use saying that stuff. Young people being hotheaded isn’t a big deal, but you’ve got to save face.”
In the car, Chen Fan pretended to be frustrated and snapped, “Cao Zijin, why didn’t you stop me?”
“I did try, honey, but you wouldn’t listen to me.”
“You … still talking back?”
Cao Zijin turned away.
“Give me Brother Di’s number.”
Cao Zijin sent the number to Chen Fan, and he made the call.
“Brother Di … sir …”
“Young Master Chen, no need to call me Brother Di. Just call me Little Di.”
“Sorry, I didn’t know who you were earlier. I was out of line.”
Brother Di paused, roughly understanding the situation, and said, “No worries, we were outmatched anyway. Say, could I visit sometime? I’d like to spar with Ms. Zhu Yeqing—I think it’s a chance to challenge myself.”
“No issue there, but she doesn’t hold back.”
“That’s fine. As long as I can get stronger, a little hardship’s no problem.”
The call ended, and Chen Fan sighed helplessly. Honestly, Brother Di would make a great protagonist. This guy was terrifyingly pure—obsessed with getting stronger just for the sake of it.
“Oh, Young Master, Ye Ziyue’s car is behind us.”
Chen Fan cursed under his breath.